Chapter 771

"What?"

Ye Mingmei was stunned.

Yan Chunlai was satisfied with her response. She picked up the magazine, pointed to the front, pointed to the back wall and said with a smile: "as early as you were happy with him in Donghai group, I told Wuzi (his new bodyguard) to set up traps at home. Don't you realize that I followed Wuzi when I took you home? "

"A total of 298 hunting clips were buried in the front and rear yards of our villa. They are made of special refined steel and can hold wild boars and tigers."

Yan Chun stood up and walked back and forth in front of Ye Mingmei with his hands on his back: "ha ha, such a high density, I really can't think of the reason why he can escape once he sneaks in, and I don't believe his strength is greater than that of a wild boar or a tiger."

"Well, even if he is stronger than a tiger, can he resist the spray of ten flame guns? Wuzi told me that yellow phosphorus was added to the fuel of the flame gun, which could not be extinguished even with water. Tut Tut, Mingmei, are you surprised at my cruelty with your mouth half open, or are you worried about him? "

Yan Chunlai walked up to Ye Mingmei, stretched out his right index finger, provoked her chin, smiled and said, "it must be worried about him, so you'd better pray that he won't come to die by himself. In other words, I can't bear to see a man burn alive. "

Ye Mingmei didn't speak, and her long eyelashes fell down.

She could see that the proud Yan Chunlai didn't cheat her, just as she couldn't think of any chance to go back alive once Fangyuan came.

It was so late that Yan Chun didn't go to bed and turned on the lights in the living room, just to let those who were likely to come see him, then filled with anger and rushed in to teach him a lesson.

That's what Yan Chunlai hopes.

Yan Chunlai, who came from a rich family, no matter how elegant he usually behaves in front of people, when he decides to kill someone, his heart will be harder than steel.

Kill the area, regardless of the consequences.

"Why don't you speak? It hurts?"

Yan Chunlai raised his hand, patted on Ye Mingmei's cheek and asked with a smile, "still thinking, you have lost your use value after Fangyuan's death. I'm worried that I will poison you. How can you ask me to give you a way to live?"

"Spring -- at least, we really loved each other, didn't we?"

Ye Mingmei bit her lower lip and looked up at Yan Chunlai.

"Hehe, want to impress me with old love?"

Yan Chunlai's smile is still so amiable.

"You are not afraid of the exposure of the agreement we signed after my death?"

Ye Mingmei asked again.

"How could I be willing to kill you? At most, it makes your life worse than death."

Yan Chunlai patted her face again and smiled more happily: "just now I read a magazine that women are more afraid of death when life is better than death, even if they suffer unbearable pain. You said yourself that if you don't die, the agreement will not be exposed, so I won't kill you. "

The blood color on Ye Mingmei's face all disappeared, pale and frightening.

"Wuzi told me that when he was in the golden triangle in his early years, he saw a drug lord use this hunting trap to deal with a woman -- the woman's limbs were cut off, but she couldn't die. She could only live like a piece of rotten meat all day."

Yan Chunlai loosened her hand and asked seriously, "can you imagine how you would feel when you become like that?"

Ye Mingmei didn't speak. She raised her hand and grabbed the fruit knife on the table.

The fruit knife has no blade, but it can definitely pierce your heart.

It's much better to die at this time than to live miserably.

With a bang, just as ye Mingmei reached out and grabbed the fruit knife, Yan Chunlai stepped on her wrist in time.

Yan Chunlai is well prepared tonight, including leaving the villa quickly after the plan fails, so he is not wearing slippers, but hard black leather shoes.

"Ah!"

Ye Mingmei, who was trampled on her ankle, let out a scream, rolled down from the sofa, and her pajamas turned on her back, so her charming lower body was exposed to the light.

"Want to die? It's beautiful to think about it! "

Yan Chunlai's face was ferocious. After grabbing the fruit knife, he raised his foot and kicked hard on the bright moon of Ye Mingmei. When someone asked, "is this domestic violence?"

"Get out!"

Yan Chunlai didn't even think about it. She opened her mouth and roared fiercely.

Subconsciously, he thought the person who suddenly asked was his bodyguard.

Besides his bodyguards, who can casually step through the front and rear yards where nearly 300 animal traps are buried and come to the living room to see him play domestic violence?

But he did not expect that any bodyguard would dare to come to the living room and ask him this without his permission.

Yan Chunlai was a smart man. As soon as he spoke, he realized that it was bad. He suddenly looked up and saw Fang Yuan leaning on the door frame, holding his arms in his hands and looking at him with great interest.

"You, how can you come to them?"

Yan Chunlai was stunned and asked foolishly.

When people seem to see a ghost, speaking becomes an instinct and does not pass through the brain.

"Is Wuzi your bodyguard leader?"

Fang Yuan, who seemed to hold half a leaf in his mouth, turned back and forth and came over: "is he responsible for burying so many animal traps in the villa yard? Well, from the way of arranging traps, we can see that the guy has some experience, especially the flame gun. However, he still has a disadvantage. "

Yan Chunlai had a cold sweat on his forehead and asked in a dumb voice, "what's the disadvantage?"

"After the real trap is arranged, you must not leave a way for you to enter the living room safely from the door. You should go home by helicopter. That's the real death trap. "

Fang Yuan came over and sat on the sofa Yan Chunlai had just sat on. He seemed to casually take the knife in his hand and said, "also, why can you smell gasoline ten miles against the wind when your bodyguard was preparing the flame gun? I don't think I can do without paying attention. "

Grid, grid.

Yan Chunlai heard the sound of his teeth trembling, and cold sweat had trickled into his eyes.

He didn't wipe it.

He was afraid that as soon as he started, the fruit knife would stab him.

After Fangyuan appears, if she looks very angry, Yan Chunlai won't be afraid: people who appear angry won't kill.

Because when he is angry, the anger in his heart has been released. At most, he has gone too far, but he can keep his reason.

Only those who have a calm face, tone and even eyes are really terrible. This is a precursor before the eruption of the volcano. Once it erupts, they will lose all their senses and can do any crazy action.

Yan Chunlai thinks so.

He is such a person.

Fang Yuan patted the sofa with a knife and said sincerely, "can you sit down? I'm not used to raising my head when talking to people."

Like a puppet, Yan Chunlai slowly sat around.

"And you, can't you get dressed? Anyway, this is also in your family. I'm an outsider. When guarding your husband, you have to give him due dignity, pout his ass and look like he doesn't clean up. What's the matter? "

Fang Yuan looked at Ye Mingmei again and frowned.

"Ah, oh, oh!"

Ye Mingmei woke up like the beginning of a dream. She quickly knelt down on the ground and put her Pajama back down.

Her eyes were bright when she looked around.

She didn't know how Fang Yuan had escaped those traps, nor did she want to know how Wuzi and his sons were subdued quietly. She was only ecstatic that she could avoid Yan Chunlai's "domestic violence".

After Yan Chunlai told her so much, she knew that no matter what means she used, she couldn't make him really afraid of her. She could play with her as much as she wanted.

In this domestic violence, ye Mingmei has been completely defeated, and the emergence of Fangyuan has given her the opportunity to start again and even take the initiative.

For the first time, when Yan Chunlai was present, she wanted to show her love to other men.

Only in that way can she believe that she is still alive.

So she picked up her cell phone, turned on the video and said to those who didn't understand why she did this: "I, I just want to live healthily. Won't you even refuse this request?"

It's much better for ye Mingmei to live healthily than if she was asked to die by Yan Chunlai. Of course, Fangyuan has no problem

As for how ye Mingmei used what she recorded to coerce Yan Chunlai, Fang Yuan was too lazy to think about it.

"Calm down, don't be afraid."

Seeing that Yan Chunlai was still shaking like a pendulum, Fang Yuan patted him on the shoulder and said to Ye Mingmei, "don't you know to pour a glass of water to prevent dry mouth when we talk?"

"Oh, oh, I'll go right away, right away!"

Ye Mingmei put her mobile phone horizontally on the sofa and trotted into the restaurant.

"Look, your wife is still a very good woman. Although she always does stupid things sometimes, you have to understand that the more beautiful a woman is, the more stupid she is."

Fang Yuan haw said askew. After seeing that ye Mingmei's mobile phone was tilted, she walked over very considerate, put it back and aimed at Yan Chunlai.

"Do you like Greater China, too? We are very similar in this interest. "

Fang Yuan picked up the cigarette from the table and handed it to Yanchun first.

Yan Chunlai shivered and took it in his mouth.

Fang Yuan lit it for him politely. Ye Mingmei opened the cans with two and hurried over: "first, have a beer bar. The temperature is just right."

"Thanks."

Fang Yuan took the beer, looked up and took a sip, and said, "well, it's pretty good -- why don't you drink?"

"I, I'm not thirsty, I'm not thirsty."

Yan Chunlai shook his head repeatedly, and the cigarette on his mouth fell off without noticing.

It's not good for Fang Yuan to force him to put out the cigarette that fell on his clothes for him, take the beer and drink it up at one breath before he said, "I seem to think we're interviewing on the TV station. Your wife is a photographer, I'm a host and you're a guest interviewed by me."

Ye Mingmei quickly smiled sweetly and agreed.

Yan Chunlai nodded in cooperation.

"Well, dear Mr. Yan, let's start. I hope you can speak your heart to the audience in front of the TV."

After another sip of beer, Mr. Fang, who felt very funny, felt that he was not serious about hosting the program with this thing. He put it on the record for a few times, coughed and said, "well, what, before formally asking questions, I first apologized to Mr. Yan. It was my fault to offend Mrs. Yan."

"No, nothing, nothing!"

Yan Chunlai shook her head in a hurry and took a deep breath, hoping that she could calm down as soon as possible in order to deal with this deadly devil.

"I'm very relieved to get your forgiveness."

After pulling a sentence, Fang Yuan looked very serious: "I came to Mingzhu to help Lin dance this time. I really didn't intend to be bad for you. Because I know very well that if she wants to develop well in the Pearl, she can't offend you. "